forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Dmitri nodded a little bit. "Right. I…am sorry that you had to see that, though had you not followed us, you would not have seen."

“And just let you kill her?” Elissa asked, before taking a deep breath and calming down a little. She tried not to go crazy on this guy. “What is it you want anyway?”

"That depends on what you mean by "want". There are many things I want but most have nothing to do with you." he replied.

Elissa rolled her eyes. “I meant, why are you in my cell right now? I find it a bit hard to believe that you just want a friendly conversation.”

"Ah. Alright. Yes." he replied, taking a deep breath. "That is a good question."

“Is there an answer?” Elissa asked, though this time her question was less accusatory and more genuinely curious. She rested her cheek in her palm.

"I wanted to…speak with you." he replied simply. "Is there anything I can do to make your stay a bit more comfortable?"

Elissa had to press her lips together to keep from laughing at that. "In case you haven't noticed, this is a cell, not a hotel room," she responded. "I wouldn't exactly call it comfortable."

He laughed a little. "That is true. Is there anything I can do, short of moving you out of this?"

Elissa just looked at him. "Why are you being so nice to me? Is it possible that you grew a conscience since you killed my grandmother?"

He blinked. "Would you like me to be an asshole instead? That is certainly doable, if that is your preference." he replied.

Elissa wrinkled her nose. "I wouldn't prefer you be an asshole, I suppose I just expected you to be one," she replied, studying him with newfound curiosity. "You were an asshole earlier."

"Of course I was. How else would you expect a gang to be run?" he arched an eyebrow at her expectantly.

“I guess you have a point,” she conceded. “Still, and I do appreciate your sudden change of attitude, why aren’t you being an asshole now? The lack of audience, I suppose?”

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He replied simply. "I'm allowed to change my behavior if I want to."

“Fair enough,” Elissa replied, not able to argue the point further. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you’re not being an asshole.”

He nodded a little, looking over at her and letting out a breath. "You still haven't answered my question, though."

“About running a gang?” Elissa asked, twirling the strand of hair around her finger. “I wouldn’t know.”

"No– the one about can I get you anything." He replied, shaking his head.

"Oh, well, I don't know," Elissa responded, thinking. "A glass of water would be nice. I've barely had any while I've been in here and I'm parched." She shrugged.

"Alright, I can do that." he replied. He ducked out for a moment, coming back with a water bottle and holding it out to her.

Elissa took it, uncapping it and looking at it for a moment suspiciously before just drinking it. After she took a sip, she smiled slightly. "Thanks, that's much better," she said before taking another sip and practically drinking the rest of the water in one gulp.

He nodded. "You're welcome." he replied simply, closing his eyes for the moment. "Anything else?"

“I can’t think of anything else besides being released,” Elissa muttered, her hand in her cheek.

"Ah. My apologies. I can't do that just now." He replied with a shrug.